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Tag: Warming Room
#11 of 92: Blanketed: Writing Means Remembering How Things Were
[This was written in winter of 2018 when Street Angels operated a winter warming room for homeless people at a local church. Much has changed for the better since then. Including me. I am older, wiser, and a better person for having folded those… Continue Reading “#11 of 92: Blanketed: Writing Means Remembering How Things Were”
Prayers for Pork Chops and Plenty Good Sides
My friend and I went to a volunteer orientation because we decided we wanted to try to cook dinner for twenty-five people staying in a warming room. I’ve been planning menus in my head and have become fixated on pork chops, mostly because they… Continue Reading “Prayers for Pork Chops and Plenty Good Sides”
Maybe I’m Amazed
What is it with women? I went to the volunteer training for the Street Angels warming room tonight. Eighteen prospective volunteers attended. Guess how many were women? Seventeen. These are the volunteers who are going to greet homeless people, mostly men, at the door… Continue Reading “Maybe I’m Amazed”
Advent 9: Hold Your Fire
Sit still, fold your hands Worms wriggle on their own hooks Tie themselves in knots
Mornings in the Polar Vortex
She was an old woman who sat with her purse on her lap like she was waiting to be called to have her blood pressure checked. Instead, she was waiting for breakfast to be served at the homeless warming room and watching the TV… Continue Reading “Mornings in the Polar Vortex”
#11 of 92: Blanketed: Writing Means Remembering How Things Were
[This was written in winter of 2018 when Street Angels operated a winter warming room for homeless people at a local church. Much has changed for the better since then. Including me. I am older, wiser, and a better person for having folded those… Continue Reading “#11 of 92: Blanketed: Writing Means Remembering How Things Were”
Morning at the Warming Room
We had already folded and stacked most of the blankets and sleeping bags. A few people stayed sleeping on the floor, abandoned by their comrades who had already awakened, gathered their things, and moved to the other room where there was coffee and big… Continue Reading “Morning at the Warming Room”
Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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